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Salvatore.

How could he describe this feeling—the feeling of loss washing over him? Of isolation?

Perhaps a case of homesickness?

He had been struggling to look at things the same way for the past week, going over files to see if there was anything he could dig for that would lead him back to Campania, but he had come up empty-handed.

It didn't do his mental health any good to remember that Kyra warned him. When did he become so bullheaded? How could he have taken the freedom he gained in Campania for granted?

There was another way to get out of there: calling Adler and eating back his words by asking him to give the orders.

He wished he had his crucifix to hold onto. But wouldn't that be hypocrisy? Would God forgive the faith he had lost in him? In times like this, he wished for Father Martin's voice, telling him how there wasn't a fault God couldn't pardon.

He could go back to the house where he last saw his crucifix, but that meant returning to the last place he spent the night w